Where the Streets Have No Name(40)

It was like living in a broken house. People got their houses repaired instead of living in drafts. So although she’d lost Poppa forever, he’d had a full life, and he would want her to enjoy hers. All the injustices in the world weren’t hers to fix, but she couldn’t sit idly by when it was in her power to do something for Daniel. And making sure his name was cleared gave her a sense of accomplishment.

“What do you look so happy about?” Daniel asked when she dropped into the passenger seat of the car.

She turned to him, ignoring the ferry boat docking and people milling around them, and fought the urge to hold his jaw in her hands and kiss him senseless. He made her so happy she could dance like no one was watching.

Amelia took his hand, threading her fingers in his. “Just glad to be here with you,” she admitted truthfully. “That’s all.”

Daniel laughed. “You’re likely to give me a complex if you keep this up, lass.”

The dock master motioned for them to pull up and whatever response she’d come up with drifted in the fresh late summer wind. Amelia enjoyed being in public with Daniel when he was relaxed, but at times she wanted and needed nothing more than his hands on her skin, his lips on her mouth, and his cock buried deep inside her.

They stopped for the night at a bed and breakfast overlooking a beach near Doonberg, facing the Atlantic. Dinners weren’t served here – they had to travel to the pub back up on the main road – which suited them just fine. They had plenty of time before they needed to get something for supper and the pub served meals until nine o’clock at night. They had four hours to do whatever they wanted.

“So,” Daniel said, looking nervously around the room.

“So,” Amelia spoke at the same moment.

They both laughed. In the next beat of her heart the tension in the room was so thick she could scoop it up with a spoon.

She wanted to do something for him. To feel him at her mercy again. And if the straining fabric at the zipper of his jeans told her anything, he’d have no problems letting her do what she wanted. Kneeling in front of him, Amelia worked his belt buckle loose, then focused her attention to the bulge in front of her. She unzipped his jeans and reached inside for his erection, sliding her tongue out to taste the pearly white liquid squeezing from the tip.

Before Daniel could stop her, she sucked him into her mouth and pulled him deep, until he hit the back of her throat. One of his hands caressed her cheek and Amelia moaned. She wanted to please him. Needed to please him. This was her way of showing him how much she cared, even if she couldn’t find the words to say how she felt out loud.





Amelia’s mouth on him became Daniel’s undoing. Her soft, sexy moans vibrated the length of his cock. This time she wasn’t hesitant. She took him deep, curling her tongue along the underside, sucking and licking him like her favourite treat. His body tightened. Thighs trembled. Cursing, Daniel thrust his hands in her hair, trying not to force the entire length of his cock down her throat.

His release shot through him with the force of a freight train, pulsing into the wet heat of her mouth. Greedily, Amelia sucked every last drop from him, her eyes looking up into his through those black rimmed glasses. Jaysus, she hadn’t a clue how feckin’ sexy she was.

Daniel yanked her to her feet a little rougher than he meant to. But damn it, she made him lose control. Made him bloody mad with wanting her. Now he planned on showing her just how much fire she played with each time she took the control of his body and its reactions out of his hands.

The blue of her eyes darkened. Her lips parted, breaths quickened. He lost himself again and crushed his mouth to hers, filling his hands with her curves. Her body responded to him instantly; just as his did with hers. Nipples tightened beneath his palms. She arched her back, melting against him, flowing like satin.

“Daniel,” she moaned, head thrown back in reckless abandon.

“Aye love.” He kissed his way down to her throat, brushing his thumb over her nipple, feeling the bud tighten further. She shuddered in his arms, her moans spurring him on. “What do you want, Amelia?”

Her long legs scrambled around his waist and her core rubbed against his growing erection. “You, Daniel.” She rained hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw while her hips continued grinding. “God, I want you so bad. I can’t stand it.”

His cock was bare, hard and wanting again. Delicious heat. Friction. And she was so feckin’ wet, soaking through her trousers, sliding over him.

Daniel dropped her roughly to her feet and in seconds, he stripped her to nothing. For a moment he stared, taking his fill. She stood there with nothing on, not bothering to cover herself. Her cheeks were flushed, hair mussed from his fingers, lips swollen and ruby red from his kisses.